Everyone's assuming that Sampras'll finish off this guy in just a few minutes. But there's a look on Sampras's face now that you have to be around sports long enough to recognize: He's scared. He's the greatest player in the world and he's been on the court with this guy way too long.
-- Sports NightI'm not a big baseball guy. In fact, when caught in the inevitable Chicago crosshairs of which team I like, I generally refer people to Birk's Rule #172, any field is a legitimate place to drink. We're mostly there just to have few laughs, toss back a couple and watch people run around.
This series though. Wow. I mean, wow. Both teams want it so bad. Both teams have a really strong defense making that a difficult goal. And that was never more apparent than last night.
Sox and Astros played for five hours. Longest game in World Series history. Around 1AM, the television saw fit to tell us that in the time we had spent watching the game, we could have cooked turkey dinner. Or taken a long flight. Just a half hour before, the announcers were publically declaring that it would be quite OK if someone came to relieve them.
It was brutal. It was also a fine example what's best about sports. Two teams pushing each other to their athletic limits. You really don't have to be a baseball fan to be glued to your seat with events like these.
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